Turbulence
Bumps in the road. It feels like my life has been hitting a series of potholes in recent memory. Maybe I'm just feeling sorry for myself. I'm good at that.
Things have been less than okay, but it isn't really what I want to talk about right now. I'm getting ready to leave this apartment, and I'm going to say goodbye on here because I remember it being the first post that I made on here. That post was deleted by whichever asshole it was in the great 2005 LJ hijacking, but I remember a little bit of it. I posted it from my bedroom in Fairmont on my old computer. This is the third computer that I've had since I've lived here. The desktop from Christmas 2001, the laptop from my birthday in 2007, and this birthday laptop from 2013. This computer was the last birthday present from my father, and I wish it a long, healthy life. I'm a sentimental kind of guy, and I've lingered here too long because I don't like change. I would actually really love some change. A better place to live. A better job. A better lifestyle. Fitter. Happier. More productive.
I've been keeping an audiolog on this computer because typing it down seems labor intensive anymore. People are communicating with fewer and fewer characters these days. Language feels like it's devloving back into primordial grunts, but I digress. I know this post is about farewells, but the audiolog isn't intended to replace this journal. I think it will to compliment it, and help me keep my thoughts straight in the moment. Anyone who has ever played a board game with me knows that I'm either paying all of my attention or none of it. If I don't stay tuned in, I'll forget what was going on. So, I'll keep both of these up for as long as I can.
So long, aprtment. So long, place where I spent the entirety of my 20s. I've been a teenager, a twenty-something, all the way to thirty-something. Where the fuck does time go? A thousand dollars to the person who figures out how to rewind it.
To the past, the present, and the future. Goodbye.
Things have been less than okay, but it isn't really what I want to talk about right now. I'm getting ready to leave this apartment, and I'm going to say goodbye on here because I remember it being the first post that I made on here. That post was deleted by whichever asshole it was in the great 2005 LJ hijacking, but I remember a little bit of it. I posted it from my bedroom in Fairmont on my old computer. This is the third computer that I've had since I've lived here. The desktop from Christmas 2001, the laptop from my birthday in 2007, and this birthday laptop from 2013. This computer was the last birthday present from my father, and I wish it a long, healthy life. I'm a sentimental kind of guy, and I've lingered here too long because I don't like change. I would actually really love some change. A better place to live. A better job. A better lifestyle. Fitter. Happier. More productive.
I've been keeping an audiolog on this computer because typing it down seems labor intensive anymore. People are communicating with fewer and fewer characters these days. Language feels like it's devloving back into primordial grunts, but I digress. I know this post is about farewells, but the audiolog isn't intended to replace this journal. I think it will to compliment it, and help me keep my thoughts straight in the moment. Anyone who has ever played a board game with me knows that I'm either paying all of my attention or none of it. If I don't stay tuned in, I'll forget what was going on. So, I'll keep both of these up for as long as I can.
So long, aprtment. So long, place where I spent the entirety of my 20s. I've been a teenager, a twenty-something, all the way to thirty-something. Where the fuck does time go? A thousand dollars to the person who figures out how to rewind it.
To the past, the present, and the future. Goodbye.